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Chapter 1965 Whose way to the sky?

Han Sen was absorbing the artistic conception of Zhentian Palace and had no time to distract him. He didn't even hear what Qian Yuhe said.

Seeing that Han Sen was struggling to support him, Qianyu He stretched out his hand to support Han Sen without thinking.

"Relax, it's okay." Qian Yuhe supported Han Sen and said with a smile.

Although the artistic conception of Zhentian Palace is powerful, Qian Yuhe is originally from the blood of the Celestial Clan. He was born in Zhentian Palace since he was a child, and has long been immune to the power of that artistic conception. He helped Han Sen walk, even if Han Sen collapsed under the pressure of the artistic conception, he

It's just like mentioning one more thing.

Seeing that Han Sen was still walking, Qian Yuhe used her arms to support him. When he couldn't hold on anymore and was about to fall, she would just use more force to support him.

Although Han Sen seemed to be walking very hard, he still managed to hold on until he reached more than 500 steps. Then his body could no longer hold up and his waist was bent under the pressure.

Qian Yuhe supported Han Sen's arm and tried to straighten Han Sen's body.

But with this exertion, Han Sen's body suddenly felt as heavy as a big stone. Qian Yuhe used a lot of strength to help him straighten up.

"Relax a little and don't exert force. It's just an illusion. There is no real power pressing on you." Qian Yuhe thought it was because Han Sen was exerting force, that's why it was so heavy.

Han Sen didn't listen to what he said at all. The terrifying artistic conception poured into his body continuously, making him feel like he was carrying a mountain on his back, so he could only persist wholeheartedly.

Qian Yuhe helped Han Sen go up, but the more he walked, the heavier he felt. He secretly wondered: "Why is this guy's willpower so weak? Not only was he overwhelmed, but he didn't even consciously use excessive force."

After walking for a while, Qian Yuhe felt that Han Sen's body was a little too heavy. He had no choice but to scan Han Sen's body, and found that there was no breath flowing in his body, and there was no sign of exertion.

"It's strange, why is his body so heavy when his breath hasn't moved? The artistic conception of Zhentian Palace should only be psychological suppression, there won't be such substantial pressure!" Qian Yuhe was confused, but he couldn't see it.

With clues in mind, he could only help Han Sen to continue walking upwards.

Han Sen's body became heavier and heavier. Qian Yuhe could still hold Han Sen up with one arm at first, but then it still felt a little difficult to hold Han Sen up with one arm.

"Hey, are you okay?" Qian Yuhe frowned and looked at Han Sen. He saw that Han Sen's whole body was red, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his breathing became very depressed, as if he was almost out of breath.

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Han Sen's eyeballs were protruding and covered with bloodshot eyes. It looked like his body was about to collapse under pressure.

Han Sen also didn't expect that after he let go of his mind and body and let the artistic conception of Zhentian Palace invade his body, it would become so terrifying. Now he can only rely on his will to keep from being crushed. It is impossible to walk anymore.

After the Thousand Jade Steps, people are basically being carried up by Qian Feather Crane.

Qian Yuhe couldn't understand what was going on. Although the artistic conception of Zhentian Palace was powerful, it was not so powerful.

How did he know that Han Sen was seeking his own death? Not only did he not fight against the artistic conception, but he also introduced the artistic conception into his body. There had never been a madman who did this before. How did Qian Yuhe know that such a situation would happen.

Seeing that Han Sen couldn't walk and seemed not very conscious, Qian Yuhe could only carry Han Sen up. He felt that his arms were getting heavier and heavier, and he was about to use all his strength. He still felt that his arms were sore and he was almost unable to hold them up.

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Gritting his teeth, Qian Yuhe pulled hard with his arms, and his steps changed. When the person reached Han Sen, Han Sen's body suddenly fell forward and fell on his back.

Qian Yuhe used all his strength to lift Han Sen up on his back, and carried him to Zhentian Palace.

"This disciple of the Queen of Blades is really weird! He only walked the road to reach the sky, but he can reach this point." Qian Yuhe felt depressed, but he could only carry Han Sen up.

The old man of Zhentian Palace is still waiting for someone. If he leaves Han Sen here, he won't be able to explain it to him when he goes back.

Qian Yuhe quickened his pace and carried Han Sen up. However, after walking for a while, his steps slowed down again. It wasn't that he didn't want to walk faster, but that the pressure on Han Sen was getting bigger and bigger. Carrying him was like carrying a small mountain.

Yes, where can I go fast?

And as he went up, Han Sen became heavier and heavier, so much so that Qian Yuhe almost started to sweat on his forehead.

"Is he taking the road to heaven, or am I taking the road to heaven?" Qianyu He carried Han Sen up step by step. Now it was his turn to sweat all over his body.

When he reached more than 9,000 steps, Qian Yuhe's whole body was red, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. The handsome and elegant appearance he had before had long since disappeared, and he was breathing heavily from his nostrils.

"What the hell, why is it so heavy? A viscount like him can't exert such power even with all his strength, right? What's more, there is no sign of the breath flowing in his body. Where does this power come from?

Could it really be caused by the artistic conception of Zhentian Palace?" Qian Yuhe thought as he walked.

Qian Yuhe is now an earl. Even if he is carrying a giant dragon, let alone Han Sen, he can walk up ten thousand steps without blushing or out of breath.

But now the veins on his body were protruding, and every step he took took all his strength, and the breath coming out of his nostrils was almost burning.

"boom!"

White clouds of air emitted from Qian Yuhe's body, rising like water vapor from the pores of his body.

From Qian Yuhe's hair and on his body, white smoke slowly came out and wrapped around his body.

Qian Yuhe couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to use his Yunling power.

Han Sen's condition was even worse than Qian Yuhe's. His body seemed to be pressed by something, and his bones and flesh were collapsing inward. He looked like a severely thin patient, with all the fleshy parts collapsing inward.

He fell down, and even his sternum made a cracking sound, as if it was about to be crushed.

Step by step, ten steps covered in blood and sweat, Qianyu He saw that he was almost finishing the ten thousand jade steps, but his feet were trembling non-stop.

Even though he tried his best, Qian Yuhe used all his strength in the last few steps and almost fell at the door of Zhentian Palace. With a final grit of his teeth and hard work, he still pushed through and carried Han Sen on his back.

The gate of Zhentian Palace.

After entering the Zhentian Palace, Qian Yuhe suddenly felt light all over his body, and almost groaned out of comfort. He breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart: "Finally, I'm walking up."

On the jade steps, among the clouds and mist, no one saw what was going on. However, after Qian Yuhe walked into Zhentian Palace, the disciples in the palace were dumbfounded when they saw Qian Yuhe carrying Han Sen on his back.

After Zhentian Palace was established for such a long time, I have never seen anyone being carried in.


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